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I only served as Lady Fleming’s sex slave for about two years before she contracted the Pox and went on to wherever non-practicing Catholics go when they die. Right on the heels of that good news arrived really bad news. Lord Fleming’s daughter, Emily, was betrothed to her second cousin, Edward of Marlbourough. She never mentioned it to me. She just stopped putting the candle in her window. I was plunged into heartbreaking despair.It’s not that a peasant ever really…..

(Image courtesy of: www.oxpal.com) The guard struggled wildly to break my grip on his throat. He did manage to burst some blood vessels in my right thigh before he gave up trying to knee me in the groin. At that point, I knew he was finished. His punches bloodied my face and cracked some ribs before he grabbed my wrists in a final desperate attempt to open his windpipe for one faint breath. When his hands fell lifelessly from my…..

(Image courtesy of http://www.viduramziai.lt/) Immediately after slaying my opponent in the arena, I tossed my weapons in the sack and rode the mule back to the stables. Father and Mother were ecstatic to see me but there was no time for a celebration—my weapons had to be washed clean of the poison and the thorns buried. Only then did we deal with the wounded armpit and shoulder. Fortunately, Lord Fleming was too absorbed in the blood lust of the fights that…..

In the spring of my fifteenth year I got to see Emily twice each week, when she would arrive at the stables for a ride with her father. With each visit she would stand closer to me while I saddled their horses. The presence of her in riding apparel, a dress with frilly lace leggings beneath, ignited heart pounding fantasies in my mind. It wasn’t that there was a shortage of girls to bed among the peasants, but they were…..

The very first alchemical process I performed almost killed my father and mother. Some backstory will help you understand the situation. I was first born twelve centuries ago to a couple of peasants in the service of an English nobleman, Lord Fleming. My parents worked as stable hands, caring for his many horses, mostly shoveling out the stalls and distributing the manure on his fields. We lived in a small room in a servants compound built of rough hewn timber…..